Chapter 98 Only Kneel to Parents!

After walking out of the store, Ye Hetu stood outside the street, looked at a person in the distance, and stopped. There is a young man over there. He is about the same age as Ye Hetu. Maybe he will be a little older. The shape looks a little rickety, and his clothes are very simple. At a glance, you can know at a glance that he is not a city person, but a foreigner who comes to Beijing to search for gold. Such people are every day in Beijing every day, just like countless crucian carp crossing the river. In front of the young man was an iron bucket with sweet potatoes of different shapes. Ye Hetu in the distance could easily smell the fragrance of sweet potatoes. The young man stood next to the iron barrel and looked numbly at the pedestrians. For most of the day in this place, no one came to buy his sweet potatoes. Maybe others were worried about his simple stall, but as long as one person came, he would greet others, even if it was for others to taste.

Several children gathered around him and were attracted by the fragrance of sweet potatoes. The young man quickly took out the baked sweet potatoes on the iron bucket and asked the children if they would buy them. The children should have no money. They did not answer the young man. They stared at him hesitantly and refused to leave.

"Children, you can taste it and buy it again. If you don't have money, go home to get it. I'll wait here."

The honest young man smiled at a group of children around him and couldn't help taking out a few sweet potatoes and handing them to the group of children around him.

However, these children may often hear their parents' advice at home not to accept strangers' things casually, so when the young man handed over the sweet potatoes, no child came to pick them up.

The young man was stunned for a moment and continued to say, "These are free of charge. If you think it's delicious, go home and withdraw money and buy it. I'll wait for you here."

The young man's words have a strong foreign accent. This group of children probably heard the "no money" in his words, and all the scruples were swept away. A group rushed forward, grabbed the sweet potatoes in the young man's hands, ran to the side and nibbled them. The sweet sweet potatoes made the children forget their parents' lessons, even if it was Sugar-coated shells have no deterrent effect in their young hearts.

After eating sweet potatoes, the group of children ran to play, leaving a piece of sweet potato skin. Whether to go back and get money to buy sweet potatoes, they have long forgotten everything. For children, the world is so simple. There is no need to think about many things, and the goal is achieved.

The sweet potatoes in the hands of young people are their purpose.

He picked up his own small broom, walked over and swept over the sweet potato skin. The young man silently looked at the child who was playing around. He was already used to this kind of life. Every month, he would send a sum of money home on time, or take back a few things that his hometown did not have, sometimes delicious fruits, or a few pieces at the stall. Although most of the time, he is hungry and doing such a small business.

This is the responsibility. People in his hometown may think that he lives a bright life in Beijing. Only he knows what kind of life he lives. He has two meals a day. He can't see any meat and fish, and it is even more luxurious to eat. Either spend the night on a cool chair in the park, or go to the square with newspapers. I managed to get last year's salary at the construction site. This is the money I got last year, and I sent a lot of money home.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay at the construction site, but that the quota is limited. When a fellow villager finds him, he does not hesitate to transfer the job to his fellow villagers and comes to sell sweet potatoes by himself. The business is not very good, and he can barely go down. He still doesn't have enough to eat every day and sends money back every month. Home.

I haven't been home for a long time. He is actually homesick.

At least at home, there is a place to sleep, and you won't starve.

But he can't go back. The whole family still expects him to send more money home in Beijing. The family wants to build a new house and is in urgent need of money. In addition, if he wants to marry a daughter-in-law, he also needs money. With so much money, where does it come from? It's all up to him in Beijing.

After taking a nap, the young man was a little sleepy.

Cai Yongyan saw Ye Hetu standing there and followed Ye Hetu's eyes curiously. She happened to see the young man over there. Cai Yongyan didn't say anything and was not interested in eating sweet potatoes. In her opinion, there are such people in every place. Because of the social class, some lower classes will naturally be born. Even if she can change the situation of one of them, she can't change that person.

Ye Hetu walked over, and Cai Yongyan followed. She wanted to see what Ye Hetu would do.

Seeing someone coming, the young man opened his sleepy eyes and quickly asked, "Do you want to buy sweet potatoes?"

I don't know how many times he has to say this sentence every day.

Ye Hetu shook his head. He didn't like sweet potatoes.

"So what are you going to do?" The young man asked uneasly, "What are you doing here if you don't sell sweet potatoes?" The name has always been "you". I think someone has specially taught him that there are more or less kind-hearted people in this world.

"I'm here, I just want to ask you a few questions." Ye Hetu said lightly that the young man just looked very much like his previous look. His expression could be said to be no different. Every time he wanted to give up, he persisted on the edge of giving up.

"You ask, as long as I know, I'll tell you." The young man mistakenly thought that Ye Hetu was here to ask for directions. He was familiar with it near Dongcheng Road.

"What did you come to Beijing for?"

The young man didn't expect what Ye Hetu would ask him. He was stunned for a moment, but he still answered.

"Making money. Make money to build a new house and make money to marry my brother.

"Have you ever thought of doing something for yourself?" Ye Hetu continued to ask.

"What can I do for myself?"

The young man thought for a moment and shook his head blankly. He really didn't think about himself.

"Since you don't think about yourself, what's the use of making money? People have to think about themselves first before they can really make a lot of money. Look at you, such a body, usually don't eat, how can you have the strength to work, how can you have the energy to make a lot of money?"

Ye Hetu said something with a lot of heart, which made the young man confused again. He can understand what Ye Hetu said, and these words make sense to him.

"Are you here to take me to make a lot of money?"

The young man looked at Ye Hetu excitedly and asked. He thought that Ye Hetu could give him a good job and make a lot of money.

Ye Hetu shook his head and denied the youth's statement.

"What's your name?"

Ye Hetu suddenly asked.

The young man thought for a while, and it seemed that no one had asked him this question for a long time.

"My name is Yang Erhu."

"Is there no other name except this name?"

Ye Hetu tried to ask.

"I think about it, I remember it! When I came out, my mother said that my name was Yang Guoqiang!"

Yang Guoqiang. The name is not bad. Ye Hetu kept the name in mind.

"Can you find me a good job? I'm willing to be a cow or a horse for you."

With that, this young man named Yang Guoqiang was about to kneel down for Ye Hetu. Forced by life, he was helpless, and finally admitted his weakness. The burden on his body made him almost breathless. When he saw a life-saving straw, he fell down.

This helplessness also appeared on Ye Hetu many years ago.

However, Ye Hetu immediately stretched out his hands to stop the trend of Yang Guoqiang kneeling down.

No matter how hard you can't hold on, you can never bow to fate, otherwise you can't raise your head for the rest of your life.

Ye Hetu faced Yang Guoqiang and roared at Yang Guoqiang in an unquestionable and firm tone.

"Remember, you are a fucking man. No one can let you kneel down except your own parents!"

Like a bolt from the blue, it sounded in Yang Guoqiang's ear.

Yang Guoqiang, who raised his head, was still confused in his eyes.

But he nodded desperately.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

He felt that Ye Hetu's words were like what his dead father had said to him when he was a child.

Although he was very young that year.

But it has never been forgotten.